He had an instant vision of Kris on horseback. With him. Seated in front of him in the saddle, her sweet little ass tucked up against his hard shaft, rubbing it as the horse trotted along. And if he didn't quit with those thoughts, he'd be in big trouble. He shifted in his chair, trying to ease the pressure in his jeans.

"Okay." Kris gave him a narrowed-eyed stare again. "Your turn."

Mason unrolled the drawings he was holding. These people were all business, and they ...